Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 179

Stella didn’t like Joshua.

This was wonderful news.

The excitement in his eyes was hard to hide, and his breathing grew rapid. To conceal it, he lowered his head and popped the crushed cherry into his mouth. The sweet flavor exploded on his taste buds. It was the sweetest cherry George had ever eaten.

Marguerite finished speaking but received no reply from George. Her long, curly eyelashes drooped, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. See? He had just asked casually, he didn’t really care.

George managed to suppress the emotions in his eyes and get his trembling fingers under control before looking up. His gaze fixed on the girl’s flawless, translucent skin. “That’s good,” he said.

The flat, emotionless words reached Marguerite’s ears, and she pouted slightly. She looked up at him and noticed that some of the red cherry juice had stained his lustrous lips. The dining room light shone down on him. The bright red juice on his lips, combined with the small, tea-colored mole on his nose, created an indescribably alluring effect.

For a moment, Marguerite stared, captivated. She had the sudden urge to lick the red cherry juice off his lips.

Realizing what she was thinking, Marguerite’s eyes widened, and her heart began to pound wildly. “Cheeky Girl, stop right there!”

She immediately looked down, grabbed a napkin, and handed it to him. “Wipe your mouth.”

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Back in her room, Marguerite slapped herself. George had absolutely no interest in her. And here she was, graduating from being interested only in his pecs and abs to wanting to kiss him. This was so wrong. He was the noble Ice Prince, and her landlord. If he found out about her improper thoughts, he would kick her out, and she would be completely doomed.

She ran to the bathroom and splashed her face with water, letting out a heavy breath. She wasn't planning on sleeping just yet; she wanted to complete a couple more practice exams.

The radiant girl in her pajamas sat down at her new desk and spread out a test paper. Within seconds, she was in the zone. Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes were clear and bright, filled with a thirst for knowledge. She picked up her pen and began to work, quickly entering a state of flow. The phone on her desk buzzed twice, but she didn’t even hear it.